Shakespearean Story

Chapter 7

   (More vampire shit going on! I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   I awoke, not knowing what time it was. I had been facing the wall so I turned away from it. I was faced with him. He was staring right at me. "Hello my love." Lestat whispered. "Hi." I responded.

   We were in each other's hold, staring at each other. I found him more beautiful than ever before. His blonde locks were ruffled and all over his face. I wiped them away, wanting to see him.

   "Do you regret it?" I asked.

   "Regret what, love?"

   "Everything that happened?"

   Lestat gazed at me and rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

   "Never." He whispered. I smiled, leaning forward. The kiss felt soft, like the last few times before. It felt nice after everything that just occurred. "Is it too early to say that I love you?" I asked.

   "No it isn't." Lestat answered.

   "I love you, Lestat de Lioncourt." 

   "I love you, Charlotte de Alexandre." 

   I smiled brightly once again. This is the first time I've ever heard someone say they loved me. My parents used to say it to me all the time when I was little. But after I turned 10, they never said it. They would express their love for me through their actions, like when they set Georges and I up. But they never said it.

   Georges was a different story. He never loved me at all. He lied to everyone he knew that he did. He never expressed it through his actions and never said it. I was in absolute misery for the two years we were engaged. I hated him from the very beginning, no matter how hard I tried to give him a chance. I regret ever meeting him. But in a way, I don't regret him. If we hadn't been engaged and went to that party where he died, I wouldn't have met Lestat. I couldn't imagine what my life would've been like now if Lestat and I hadn't met and if he never killed Georges.

   "Don't worry, amoureux. I would've still found you." Lestat whispered, assuringly. I keep forgetting he can read minds.

   A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew it was Manon. "Merde!" I exclaimed. I tried to find a dress or my robe, but I ended up falling because of soreness. 

   "Madame? Are you alright?" Manon asked from outside. I heard Lestat chuckling seeing my naked body on the floor. I glared at him and found my underdress from today and put it on. "You can come in now!" I called. Manon walked in and gazed at the both of us in shock. She for sure must've heard everything.

   "Monsieur François Gagnon sent an invitation to Monsieur Charles Gagnon's funeral." Manon said. "I'm not going." I revealed. Manon looked at me, confused. "But wasn't he a close friend of Monsieur Barbeau?" Manon asked. "He was. But I was not close with him. I'll tell his father that I humbly decline the offer." I explained. Manon nodded and left the room.

   I looked outside and saw that it was nighttime. I looked at Lestat and we both smirked, knowing what time it was.

   We finished getting ready and made our way down. "Oh! Are you going somewhere madame?" Manon asked. I nodded. "We'll just be out and about Manon. Don't worry." I said. We both left the house and walked to wherever we could find people.

   Practically everyone knew me here so they all stared at me in shock. I began to see them whispering to each other. I heard one woman whisper "how could she go out with another man only a week after her fiance's death?" The woman she spoke to replied "what a whore." 

   I looked down at the ground, upset. People really believed that Georges was a good man. He wasn't and I deserved to go with a man who actually loves me. "Don't worry about them, mon amour." Lestat whispered, holding my hand. I could see more people stare at us in shock. I guess now they knew Lestat and I were a couple.

   We walked a bit more, ignoring everyone who gazed at us. We decided to split up to find victims and meet back up somewhere. Lestat and I walked away from each other and I looked around to see if I could find anybody.

   "Well, hello there mademoiselle." A man exclaimed, stumbling towards me. He was drunk. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk. "So you are Charlotte de Alexandre, Georges Barbeau's fiance! I've heard rumors that you were the most beautiful girl here. They're correct!" Another man drunkenly exclaimed. "That's right! Quelle beauté! No wonder Charles wanted her!" A third man added. Great now I have three men following me.

   I continued to walk until I reached a dead end. The men were still following me. Merde. I turned around to face the three of them. "Well, well, well mademoiselle. Looks like you're ours now." The first man said in a menacing voice. The other two men chuckled beside him. My heart was racing.

   "Leave me alone." I begged. "No way Charlotte. You have been every man's dream girl. Now that Georges is dead, we can have you." The second man chuckled. "What about that new man she's with." The third man asked. "Well he isn't here now is he?" The first man responded. The three of them looked at me and nodded, rushing towards me.

   I screamed in fear, not wanting them to do anything to me. As the first man grabbed me, I quickly aimed at his neck and bit down, drinking his alcohol-laced blood. The man began to let out blood-curdling screams. I let him go once he was about to turn limp.

   The other two men gasped, seeing their friend. They looked sobered up now. "It was you! You killed Georges, Charles, and Claire!" One of them yelled. "You bitch!" The other shouted as they rushed towards me. I was about to strike them when one of them fell to the floor, screaming. I didn't know what happened but I ignored him and focused on the last man standing. He fell to the ground, dead after I drank his blood.

   It was Lestat who was the cause of the man's screaming. "Wow. You always arrive in the knick of time, don't you?" I chuckled. "Are you alright my darling?" He asked, his mouth covered in blood. "Yes I'm alright." I replied. He must've seen me shaking a little since he went over to hug me.

   "I'll always be here to protect you mon chérie. For eternity." He whispered. I smiled, grateful that he has saved me three times in a row. I fully decided right then and there that the people I'd target would be people that were horrible, like perverts and rapists. They don't deserve to live.

   I'd be doing the world and this place a favor by killing them.

   (Well, Charlotte and Lestat surely handled those guys, huh? I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you soon)!